There are not many defenders in the treasury, and there are such unparalleled advances as Yannu, so the rebels rush in.

Overturned the arrow tower, and dozens of wooden thorns were inserted into Yan Nu's body.

It looks like he has pierced a lot of arrows, but in fact, after the wooden arrow tower was shattered, he broke through the air and rushed through the sky without a brain, and accidentally hit the wooden thorns and sawdust.

But if it doesn't go deep, it's fine.

"He's the demon! Use the charm! ”

The group of scholars finally determined who was the demon, although they didn't feel the demonic energy, but Yan Nu was like this, what was it if he wasn't a demon?

The two armies have been strangled together, and they can't help but think about it.

Whirring, they rode their horses and circled around, waiting for an opportunity to approach and shoot runic arrows.

The arrows were wrapped in rune paper and burst through the air.

"Huh?" Yan Nu felt inexplicable.

Facing the talisman arrows, surfing vigorously, and killing this group of scholars.

"What? Useless? Isn't this a spell? ”

The rune paper hurts the demon, and the rune arrow breaks the law.

They thought that the strength around Yan Nu was some kind of spell to resist the wind, after all, how could a mortal have such a terrifying true qi?

In this way, the rune arrow can break through it and tear through such a spell barrier.

But they were wrong, these ordinary qi power waves easily lifted the talisman arrows into the air, and even broke and shattered in mid-air.

"Use rune paper!"

Seeing that the Yan slave was killing in front of him, the speed was too fast.

These scholars had no choice but to take out the talisman paper, infuse the whole body with true qi to protect the body, and stick it on the body of Yan Nu.

Yan Nu's body is now as blazing as a soldering iron, and when the talisman is pasted, it will burn directly.

Even lit their sleeves, Yan Nu urged them with a strong wind, and all the scholars suddenly burst into flames all over their bodies, screaming miserably.

"Eat my cinnabar palm!"

There is also a dead master of the Zhang family, with cinnabar in his palm, who used the true qi of his whole body in one breath and slapped it fiercely on Yan Nu.

This palm, forty years of skill!

"Poof!" Then this master, by the force of the backshock, rushed to the point that the meridians were completely broken, and the seven orifices bled and died violently.

"It doesn't work! Evacuate! Remove! ”

There are not a few scholars who have not yet boarded, and they will run away.

As he ran, he threw rune paper backwards.

"Stop me!" Yan Nu roared and chased after him.

A scholar at the back, looking back, saw that Yan Nu smashed like a meteor, and hurriedly jumped off his horse to escape, for fear of being hit and killed.

But he jumped in a hurry, his feet were still hooked in the stirrups, and he immediately grabbed the ground with his head, and his brain burst and died.

"Huh?" Yan Nu didn't expect him to commit suicide.

Seeing that the horse was still dragging the corpse away, he didn't want to kill the horse, so he slowed down with a loud bang.

As a result, he happened to sit on the back of a horse.

"Sneer......" Yan Nu's body was hot, and the saddle caught fire instantly!

"Bang Bang!" The war horse was burned by his ass and neighed, galloping wildly.

Yan Nu immediately calmed down his true qi, his body gradually recovered, and he pulled out the burning saddle and threw it away.

As a result, the body was unstable and almost fell.

He hurriedly held the gun between his armpits and grasped the reins with both hands.

The horse was in pain, ran as fast as it could, and at once caught up with the fleeing soldiers.

When the scholar saw him riding after him, he spilled the rune paper.

Yan Nu is fine, but because he doesn't have the strength to roar, the rune paper is stained with Feng Junyou!

The ghost body and the rune paper touched, and the two melted together like rain and snow.

"Wow, aa The old ghost screamed and hurriedly got into the copper deed to dodge.

"Old ghost!" Yan Nu was in a hurry, immediately let go of his right hand, held the Xuantie spear, and stabbed the man in the back of the heart.

With a little bit of true qi, the man snorted and rolled off his horse with blood.

"It turns out that horseback riding is like this...... It's pretty fast. Yan Nu found that he could sit firmly with one hand pulling the reins.

The horse was frightened, but instead of throwing himself around, he just ran forward with great energy, in a very steady rhythm.

So Yan Nu complied with the bumps, and suddenly felt that this was much more comfortable than the horizontal bombardment, and it was quite emotional.

The blast in the sky would make him very uncomfortable, first of all, he couldn't hear the sound clearly, he couldn't see the distance clearly, and secondly, the air pressure was very high, and his brain was buzzing.

Although the energy of True Qi would not hurt him, he would feel severe pain when he hit ordinary air or dust.

So, the Yan slave rode his horse and kept passing the fleeing scholars.

"Poof!"

"Whew!"

He smashed or stabbed, swept left and right, shot one at a time, and became more and more free.

Coming out of the treasury, Yan Nu chased and killed all the way down the street.

The people were frightened and cowered on the side of the road, watching the soldiers flee in a hurry.

They don't know what's wrong, why are these scholars so embarrassed, could it be that they have entered the city?

Immediately afterwards, I saw a young man, covered in tatters, bleeding from wooden thorns, and killing with a gun.

Everywhere he passed, there was a faint strong wind howling, and when the spear was flicked, it was a cold light.

The scholars were chased one by one, and the slaughter caused them to fall on their backs and fall into pools of blood.

The crazy war horses trampled past, carrying even crazier teenagers, whistling away.

Seeing that, he killed all the scholars of the Zhang family and rushed straight into the noble and elegant Zhang Mansion.

"Crazy?"

"Dare to kill the nobles of the Zhang family?"

"Is it a rebellion?"

The people looked at the corpses in one place and asked the women and children to hide in their homes.

But there are also bold men who take the opportunity to rush up and pull the brocade clothes of the Zhang family.

The family is too poor, although it may cause trouble, but if you don't fight, how will the family live?

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, more and more people went to the streets to pull out the clothes of the corporals, and ran home with brocade and satin.

Those who had good luck also found gold, silver and white jade from the corpse.

Everyone, you and I have one piece, and they didn't even fight.

Just because the people are not stupid, this is a noble person's thing, in case a family is killed, what should I do afterwards?

Only when everyone hides can they join forces to coax the nobles to track down.

So, when Li Xiang and Huang Banyun led the righteous army to arrive, the streets were full of fruit bodies.

Flesh and blood mixed with dust and mud, in various poses, are about to be tossed and rotten.

The corners of Zhou Shi's mouth twitched, suspecting that he was a moment late, and even the corpse would be destroyed.

However, in such troubled times, his entire clan was slaughtered by the Bald Hair Clan, and he had seen an even more tragic situation.

So he just sighed lightly and said to Li Xiang: "Leave some people and horses, collect the corpses for them, the Zhang family is a decent person after all, and I will whitewash it afterwards." ”

Li Xiang was stunned: "Kill them all, I still have to respect them?" ”

Zhou Shiyu said: "Died in a military disaster, reaping the consequences, but there is nothing." But if you want to become big, you must not offend the world's corporal clan, otherwise you will not be able to achieve anything. ”

Li Xiang thought about it, so he left a few people to be responsible for collecting the body.

They have seized the treasury, which is the logistics center of the entire Zhang family, with grain, grass, weapons, armor and horses, panacea, everything.

So at this moment, the rebel army has taken on a new look, one by one wearing armor and holding excellent blades.

He even got a hundred good horses, and Li Xiang took his brothers in life and death and turned them into cavalrymen.

"Don't go to the East Garden, Mr. Meng's swordsmanship is all over the sky, but fortunately, it's very lazy, let's go straight to the West Garden!" Zhou Shi said.

Li Xiang immediately led his troops to bypass Dongyuan, but Huang Banyun heard from the mouths of the people, and Yan Nu entered Dongyuan, and hurriedly followed up.

As soon as he rushed in, he saw a group of slaves and maids, and fled in a hurry.

Seeing Huang Banyun coming in with a gun, he screamed in fright, crying and begging for mercy: "Don't kill us......"

"What about the people who went in before?" Huang Banyun asked.

A group of maidservants wept and cried, and said boldly: "The general shouted all the way to stop me, how dare I wait for the slaves and maids to stop me, and they all dodged away, and he didn't care about us, and rode straight to Mr. Meng's attic." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to an attic in the depths of the West Garden.

"Let's go! Find the houses of the people and hide. ”

Huang Banyun ignored them and waited for them, and walked towards the attic.

And above the attic, there was a handsome man, holding his sword, leaning against the threshold to rest.

That chic posture, as if nothing in heaven and earth could disturb him.

And on the side, there is also a beautiful young man, who is the thrush boy.

He stared directly at Yan Nu, and saw the scene of Yan Nu rushing to kill on horseback from a high place.

From the other end of the long street, to this end, and then to the East Garden, all the flowers along the way were trampled by his war horses.

There were two more top masters guarding the attic, who drew their swords to block them, and they were also shot one by one, and they were cleanly resolved.

Blood splattered onto the slave, staining his tattered clothes.

The black iron spear did not stain a drop of blood, and it was bright and white.

The wind howled, blowing his hair, revealing a resolute face.

"What a Han family......" The thrush boy was stunned, biting his lip, his eyes were a little confused.

The title of Han Jiazi has taken on a special meaning since the fall of the Han Dynasty.

It means a husband who carries a three-foot sword and makes immortal achievements.

The Jin people advocated the literary and mysterious style, so they called Yan Nu, a person who was full of masculinity and martial spirit, as Han Jiazi, referred to as Hanzi.

The thrush boy didn't like this kind of martial artist, he thought it was vulgar, and he was as fishy as a barbarian.

But that was when he had never seen a real man, and when he saw Yan Nu today, he was a little excited.

Suddenly, he realized that this man had come to kill him.

Moreover, the garrison of Zhangfu has all been killed and wounded.

"Father, the second uncle hasn't come yet, and the thieves have already killed downstairs." The thrush boy's tone was a little anxious, but his brows were still stretched, and the clouds were light and breezy.

And he was holding a sword beside him, and it was Mr. Mengyu Zhang Suwen who was taking a nap.

Yan Nu killed downstairs, and pointed the spear at the thrush boy: "That woman go away, don't let me hurt you by mistake!" ”

The thrush boy looked down at the Yan Nu downstairs, although the Yan Nu always made himself dirty, but the facial contours were actually impeccable, and his eyes were as bright as morning stars.

The two looked at each other, and the thrush boy was stunned for a moment, feeling that he was so unique and heroic, which was completely different from the handsomeness of others.

"What's your name?" The thrush boy asked.

Yan Nu was very honest: "Jiang Yan Nu." ”

The thrush boy smiled faintly: "It turns out that you are not an adult yet...... Unfortunately, you are going to die today. ”

"But I'll remember you."

Jiang Yannu was confused, and directly shot out his strength and swept towards the man who was taking a nap on the third floor.

"You're done, you've woken up my father!" The Thrush Boy shouted.

Sure enough, a terrifying thought swept over the bodies and minds of everyone present.

Old Ghost Feng instantly poured out of the copper deed, his eyes were surprised: "What! This sword intent ......"

"Poof!"

A sound of drawing a sword sounded in his head, but Zhang Suwen did not draw his sword.

Suddenly, Yan Nu felt a strong sense of sleepiness.

Confused, I don't know what to do.

But in an instant, he came to his senses, and a purple ghost fire shone out, enveloping Yan Nu's whole body.

At the same time, he saw a cold light flying by, an energy that was different from sword qi.

It is not made up of true qi, which causes a great psychological pressure on people.

Yan Nu can feel a lazy and confused artistic conception from it.

"Get out of the way!" The old ghost slashed out the sword qi of the ghost body, but it was easily cut by the cold light.

At this moment, the cold light had reached Yan Nu's neck, and the water talisman was also presented, frantically dissolving.

But the cold light is too fast, and the quality is completely different, and the water charm can't be resolved at all.

Yan Nu also burst out to block it, but this could not hinder this sword, the cold light was like a soldering iron piercing through lard, and scissors cutting through the silk silk.

"Poof!" Yan Nu was decapitated in an instant.

Feng Junyou was dumbfounded, about the strong man of the Zhang family, Feng Junyou had already sensed it.

In this quiet and elegant pavilion, there is a world-shattering warrior, with a four-element quenching body, and the sword intent penetrates the heavenly spirit, lingering a white gas above the pavilion.

Of course, mortals can't see it.

According to the strength he sensed, the sword intent was about two hundred levels.

But he was wrong, this Su Wen actually had four hundred levels of sword intent, so much so that even his ghost sword skills couldn't stop it.

"Oh yes! Zhang Tong actually has such a strong descendant? ”

Feng Junyou was angry, and his heart was cold.

The four-element quenching body corresponds to the monk's spiritual period. However, it is easy to step into the spiritual period, but it is difficult to achieve the four-element quenching body.

Starting from the Heavenly Spirit, the martial artist is the real transformation. After the three-element quenching body, one is more terrifying than the other.

Sword intent and sword momentum have nothing to do with true qi, they are the new strength of a martial artist, and what consumes is spiritual power.

The warrior's 'intention', according to the intensity, the monks also use 'duan' to measure.

Four hundred pieces of sword intent burst out with all their might, and the power was equivalent to the spell damage of four hundred pieces of mana.

This is already very strong, don't look at that oolong old dog has six hundred mana, if he asks Zhang Su, he will also be slashed in seconds.

If you want to resist this sword intent, under normal circumstances, you have to have a four-hundred-stage spiritual period spell, and this kind of wild cultivation like Oolong can't do it at all.

Feng Junyou and Shen Leling would, but they didn't have so much mana.

Even if there is, if you run out of mana and block it, you will be slaughtered, after all, Zhang Suwen still has true qi.

Feng Junyou originally thought that Zhang Suwen only had two hundred paragraphs, and he helped block the sword intent, and Yan Nu could win with his super high true qi.

Who would have thought that Zhang Suwen hid his strength, and suddenly burst out with three hundred sword intents, beheading Yan Nu in an instant.

"What a fast sword ......," Yan Nu's head suddenly exclaimed on the ground.

"Huh?" Feng Junyou suddenly looked back.

I saw that Yan Nu's neck was cut, and the intestine-like thing that jumped out like a string pulled his head back to his neck to bridge.

After the two were connected, Yan Nu even curiously took a handle and snored back.

In the end, the skull and neck were tightly connected, and the musculoscular, vascular, and skeletal bones all corresponded together, although they were not completely repaired, but they were also broken.

Yan Nu held his head with one hand, and bounced up, standing up.

"You, you...... It's okay? Feng Junyou flickered in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yan Nu was bare-eyed, bloodshot, and stared at Zhang Su, who stood up in surprise upstairs.

Here came the sentence: "It hurts!" ”

Zhang Suwen's blurred eyes gradually dilated, and his lazy pupils were shaking.

……